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she, too, had grief somewhat similar,
which she thought peculiarly all her own !;

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some time had then passed since Amy
Brendon had heard any tidings of Mus
grave, then with his regiment in Dublin.
That, like his friend Lonsdale, Amy's in
tended should have ceased to write, WAS
s strange coincidence, which would sorely
have perplexed and panied MelGnie and
reused the jealous indignation of Reggie;
but wounded self esteem led to reticence
on these matters between even these two
fast friends; so each girl had concealed
from the other the fact that they were in
precisely the same parliamentary re-
ce1ved no letters from their lovers
! though one was only at Dublin while the
other was in Bengal.
Melanie's came, certainly, up to Ger
tain time, as we have shown the reader:
but the cause Of Amy's sorrow was yet to
be discovered.
Like Melanie, gloom that was quite
perceptible had fallen upon the once
bright Amy Brendon.
Show Amy is changing. What can be
! the matter with herr" asked the keerlY-
observant Reggie one day as she left the
cottage.
"she is certainly not the happy girl she
was once"
before that Hussar fellow csme-noi"
"Do not play such sad airs, Amy" her
mother would sometimes say. "What
is that-it is sorely depressing or wet
autumn dsy?"
ga Scottish dead march, mamms-
'The Flowers of the Forest really did
not know what was playing"
"Why?"
az was thinking"
"You are always thinking; too much,
indeed, child" her mother replied, sadly
and little reproachfullv.
TIE day was wet and stormy, and poor
Amy, to conceal the misery thst preyed
upon her heart, and to avoid being talked
to, was affecting to plsy melody; but IS
her small hands wandered over the keys
Of the piano the sounds they produced
seemed like an accompaniment to the
wind sobbing through the rain that
drenched the vicarage garden aud tossed
the branches of the sGdden trees to and
fro above the buried dead Of yesterday,
and OF ages, that lay in StokencToss
graveyard close by.
The adjacent church was gray old ed
ifice, VITA squat Norman tower added,
8 Saxon aisle and srcsded apse of the
days, perhaps, of st. Grimhald, in the
ninth century; and around it DR.. Bren-
don's sheep cropped the grass, while be-
fore it's lypCh-g&te were the ancient par
ish stocks, long unused, mouldy, and
half sunk in the earth.
CHOW often did he call me 'darling!'"
thought Amy, as day followed day and no
letter came.
But "th&t word darling comes so easy
to some mems lips" says the author Of
ga Grass Country"
"I don't see what he can have to wait
for" ssid her mother, graVely; "Horace
has $4,000 year of maternal property,
and msy be bsronet some day. He
comes of the Musgravss OF Scaleby Cas-
tie, in Cumberland"
Before his advent Amy had been, with
sill her girlish beauty and brightness Of
spirit something ike the flowers OF which
Grsg surg, that are "born to blush IN
sesI ;''hget how happy she had been but &
few short weeks ego. Now it seemed as
ifsges had passed since she had parted
fTen Horace and heard from him, aad
WIEN she could little foresee the dark
cIsua that was to overshadow her loving
hszft and her young life. What differ
Ienks between then and now!
81 ooh, Horace,awhy did you come here
Eto make me&so miserable? Before
kuew youT was happy" Amy would
think.
"My child" moaned Ms. Brendon,
caressing her, but with an angry and in
dignsnt heart.
"Perhaps hisfather has been unable to
settle with him; OR I am not, after al,
q girl afsef the old gentleman's heart"
"Dorot humiliste yourself and US by
suchspeculstions, Amy"
50 far as postal and Geographic arrange
hents served, Dublin was sat the door,"
as the saying is, compared with the land
whittier Montague Lonsdale had gone;
and so, why was not this cruel mystery
unravelled for her?
But her father, the vicar, with all his
amiabilitY, was proud man,
snd now took rather hard
views OF mankind in general, and OF SOL
diers in particular, and was disposed to
blame himself bitterly for his own facility
Of disposition and for the whole unhappy
situation.
He had been somewhat too easy-too
quiescent in the matter; but his girl was
sensible, ana would get over it in time.
The matter had better be committed to
oblivion; it was dispensation-s lesson
to her and to them in the future, though
bitter one, doubtless, and so forth.
bubt AO TOolO oGNA kA1LpoSG LIS ESSeAj
Captain Horace L. L. Musgrave, who
seemed to have been simply amusing
himself, WAS finished rascal.
"My poor little girl, "ihe said some dsys
after, strokirg Amy's thick dark hair
sand you actually care for that fellow
still?"
"Oh yes, papa"
"8ut Why-now?"
su,fSn5spt helm il. One cannot change
get oyHr love like mine, as we do
bodily .sitment."
81 am afraid ne is one Of those men OF
whom we SO, often read and hear, who
cannot be faithful TO sny girl long"
"Then how 1 wish were such girl SIS
Hilda Tremayne.
"Why?"
"One wha can fall in and out Of love as
often asssfe chooses; and may be, as l
have heard, engaged to two men at once,
one at Canterbury and the other st Can
dahar."
"Ne, my dear. Thank heaven that you
are what you area true, good, and a
pure-hearted little pet" said the old
vicar, csressing her fondly.
Would Horace ever fade out OF her life?
1t seemed now better that it should be
so-better for her own peace.
It was early IN August when Amy snd
Musgrsve had parted, and he left her to
return to his regiment and communicate
with his family the arrangements about
their marriage. Two or three letters had
certainly reached her Init To her two last